32nd of Frost, 120 AS
Night had fallen and the streets of Kalzasi were alight with lantern and flickering candles. The major festivities of the day were nearing their end, but there was an air of anticipation, an electricity as the last rays of sunlight fell over the horizon. Crowds were gathering in every open space, at the top of every building, to get a good view of the Cloudhaven Distract. As time passed the crowds grew quieter, and quieter until there was near silence. Children scrambled to stand not the shoulders of parents for a better look. Then in the distance, there was a soft whirring sound, followed by a sound bang and a spray of sparks that lit the night sky in dazzling colors of emerald and gold.
The crowds cheered as a flurry of 3 more fireworks exploded in the sky, and then the show truly began. The sky became a tapestry of light and images of dragons and flowers, and the world was filled with warmth despite the cold air. Unfortunately, one person was not thrilled by the show.
A little boy or boy, his tusk barely stumps, stood near the back of the crowds, his hands covering his ears as he looked around as if lost. He did not appear he had any adult with him, and he slowly shuffled along behind everyone as if looking for something, or someone. Each time the fireworks boomed he flinched, closing his eyes and pressing his hands harder against his ears.